Sunsets Like These- 2 sunset poems.

Sunset meant the end of the work day, quittin' time, for most of the year, with tired arms hanging off the steering wheel. I would never have been able to even think about a dreamlike poem.

     This post is meant for pure distraction from what is really on our minds...        

 The above photo is actually a sunrise but I like the way our cabin sits.

                  A Sunset Like This

              With a sunset like this
        your thoughts can assemble
        like clouds along the horizon,
                 and slowly gather 
                  the evening light.
      Seen from below, they shimmer
                   with a rosy gold
                 and they undulate
             the way a ribbon might
              before being awarded
                   to the cumulous
         most cloudlike and lustrous
                        in his ways.

               There is water below,
           a winding band of bronze,
              and lovers along there,
              quibbling about trifles,
      solved with kisses and truffles, 
                 the chocolate kind.

          I have made my peace now
          and only search out a time
                  and a place to fit.
                      So here am I,
                     a pea in a pod
                hanging in a garden
       within earshot of silvery water,
           a stone’s throw from love
           and a view of this sunset
                   which could still
                  all the tormented
                  and unquiet souls.

Actual photo Laurie took in Mexico, one hell of a sunset that evening. It inspired the poem below.

         I always wanted to try to capture the magic of a sunset in a poem which is tricky because it changes every minute.  A painter is stuck with capturing a moment but a poem, as it's being read, can move along in time.   Posted this one 18 months ago with a handful of subscribers so we give it another run.  I am very fond of this poem because the sky matched my drink which matched my mood which led to this poem.

                              A Sunset

                     Behold that sunset.
               The horizon rises to meet
                       the standing sun
                          and woos her
                  with beckoning colors.

                      At first it is simple
                    pale blues but then,
                 like an ardent peacock,
            he shakes out more shades,
              a palette of the infinite sky,
                 and ripples them across
                 a feathery fan of clouds.
          “Come, my beautiful, rest here.
          You have journeyed all day long.
                Your work is finally done.”

                   “Have you seen this
              delicate peach interleaving
                     my creamy apricot?”
                  Now the lighter orange
             gives way to a carrot aflame.

                      Who could resist 
                       such a banquet?
                  Now I shall swirl them
                 with my floral beauties; 
             wisteria whispering mystery,
               violets and a scarlet scarf
                     upon a red, red rose.

                         Come, set upon
                    this purpling bouquet
                       that begins to end
                   while the dark blanket
                        of night is drawn
                and all the weary can rest.

                        To Robbie Burns